Category: full frontal nudity

This article is all about cheating spouses…or lovers. It’s interesting because the information comes from a survey done by a web site that is geared toward married people looking to cheat on their spouses. And it gets even more interesting when most of the cheaters admit that the people they cheat with are NOT as attractive as their husbands, wives, or partners.

Interestingly, male respondents said they consider their significant others superior to their affair partners in other ways as well. Only 30 percent of men cheated with women younger than their current partners, and only a quarter of the men found their mistresses more interesting or more in shape than their partners.So why cheat at all? Men admitted that they found their mistresses to be more passionate, better listeners and more caring than their significant others.

The article mentions women in the survey. Oh yes, women cheat, too. This only stands reason. The straight men on that web site are NOT cheating with other straight men.

More Full Frontal NudityAccording to this article, female TV viewers want more full frontal nudity. And there’s a video to prove it.

I hope HBO executives take these ladies’ threats to heart. They’re tired of getting the shaft and instead want to see the shaft. HBO’s female viewers argue for a little more genital equality in a hilarious new clip from College Humor. They have a huge boner to pick with the network. They definitely have my support 😉 Like most articles of this nature I’ve posted about before, this one also mentions that the balance between male full frontal nudity and female full frontal nudity on TV or in films is tipped to one side. And women are not only tired of that, they are now speaking up about it. They even mention the TV show, Hung, on HBO, which is virtually all about a guy with a big dong and no one ever got to see it once. Frankly, I hear these women loudly and clearly. If you’re going to produce a TV show about penis, show penis. And if the guy who is starring in the TV show or film isn’t hung, get one who is.

October is Gay History month, and I always find it interesting to read about gay history because there’s so little of it. At least compared to other minorities. When I did research for a gay historical romance with two gay characters on the Titanic, I found virtually nothing dealing with the Edwardian era. And that’s because being gay was kept so hidden. In fact, up until the 1970’s the word gay wasn’t even used in reference to homosexuality.

From my post with the link above:

It’s not going to be too long because there’s not much to add about the sinking of the Titanic we don’t already know, and there’s also not much info out there about being gay at the end of the Edwardian Era because no one with any amount of sense would have admitted to it.

So most gay history is post 1969, and this article mentions three significant events I never knew before.

James Franco Full Frontal NuditySomeone sent me this link, and since it’s Labor Day Weekend I thought I would share. Can’t post the photos here on this blog, but the link is safe and it works very well.

Hotness career student, and all around renaissance man James Franco derives many a pleasure from teasing his gay and straight fans alike. We will never forget his Flaunt derriere cover and be forever grateful for it.

But this here photo is one of the best-est gift that could be extended to his legions of fans worldwide. See more pics of Franco after the jump!

Franco is no stranger to nudity on screen – Milk pool scene immediately jumps to mind – but full frontal has alluded all of us waiting for the final frontier to be showcased. Some lucky shutter-bug, however, apparently caught this very missing link while Franco aired out his family jewels on some beach, reaping the benefits some of us would pay a hefty price to witness first hand.

This photo actually supports one of my theories about male full frontal nudity in films, and with well known actors. It’s obvious James Franco has nothing to hide, but this could be the reason why we don’t see more full frontal nudity with male actors. I know they can make it look real with stand-ins. However, no man wants to go there unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Stand-ins are not good for the ego.

Cory Booker Looking For Gay Vote?

There’s been some talk recently about the NJ Democratic candidate running for the Senate, Cory Booker, and whether or not he’s gay. I posted this earlier this week. It was the topic of discussion in a few places I went yesterday. And now it seems he’s being accused of being ambiguous about whether or not he’s gay so he can allegedly snatch up the gay vote.

The Senate campaign of Newark Mayor Cory Booker said his Republican rival was “bigoted” for saying that Booker was “acting ambiguous” in an effort to attract gay votes.Booker’s team was reacting to comments by Republican Steve Lonegan, a conservative who is trailing badly in polls.Lonegan, who is known for his blunt style, seemed to raise old rumors that Booker might be gay and told the conservative Newsmax TV that recent Booker comments where he said he doesn’t care if people do think he is gay because “I want to challenge people on their homophobia” were “weird.”This entire discussion just shows how little the mainstream actually knows about gay men, and how the gay stereotype is perpetuated all the time. It seems to be a given that all gay men are liberal Democrats, as if this is part of their birthright. And just because Cory Booker is a liberal Democrat who gay men “think” might be gay they will run out in droves to the voting booths just for that alone. And that’s just not how it works.

The fact is not all gay men are liberal Democrats. Personally, I’m an independent. Not all gay men vote according to a candidate’s sexuality. If I still lived in New Jersey I probably would vote for Cory Booker. But not because he “could” be gay, or because he’s a Democrat. It’s because I’ve seen what he’s accomplished in the city of Newark and I’d like to see someone in Washington who can get results like that.

It’s Friday and I like to keep it lighter on weekends, so here are a few more links about full frontal nudity in films and some info on actor Emile Hirsch’s full frontal nudity. I’ve been focusing on this for a variety of reasons, one of which has to do with the double standards in the movie industry between men and women.

This article/post talks about Emile Hirsch where he discusses doing nude scenes in films.

He needn’t worry. Hirsch may have played a horndog teen in love with a porn star in The Girl Next Door, but after his career-making turn as Christopher McCandleless in Sean Penn’s recent Into the Wild, no one is going to mistake this twenty-two-year-old actor for a celebutante.

This web site actually has full frontal nude photos of Emile Hirsch.

I’m sure you remember Emile Hirsch from his impishly sexy turn as Cleve Jones in last years’ MILK, and the angelic Zachary Booth played an openly gay teenager on the N’s WHAT GOES ON.

I love these “read more at” articles, as if I’m not going to link to them and I’m going to steal their precious, brilliant content and make millions of dollars. Get real. You’re screwing up my blog posts and I’m going to link to you anyway. It’s not as if I can hide anything online.

In any event, small rant over and you can click the link above to read more. As a side note, if you get a chance to see the film “Killer Joe,” you’ll see how well Hirsch can act. He’s not just another pretty face.

Full Frontal in Japan

A web site called Naver Matome from Japan recently started to catalogue a list of male full frontal nudes scenes in films. I found this on Rocket News24, a clever web site I always enjoy. I’m also curious about this because I have a following of readers in Japan and I’m curious about what interests people all over the world.

With summer, the season of blockbusters, it can be hard choosing a film to watch. Perhaps you want to base your movie selection on the appearance of a guy’s junk on screen. Whether you’re looking to catch or avoid some, penises are popping up in comedies like Forgetting Sarah Marshal, super hero flicks such as Watchmen, and sports movies such as Any Given Sunday at an ever increasing rate.You can read more here. It’s very entertaining. This is how they will be classifying penis, and those who own one.

Penis Owner: Kevin BaconPenis Gauge: 5Blurring: Yes

Free Excerpt: Internal DesiresI have a new indie book coming out soon on Amazon titled, Internal Desires. I’m opting into the lending program this time, which means the book will be only offered at Amazon for three months. It will also be a .99 e-book. I’ve posted my thoughts about this before, both good and bad, and I like to experiment all the time. I honestly never know what to predict and experimenting is the only way to figure out what readers want most.

This is a short story/novella that’s almost 13,000 words. I use the term short story loosely because I come from the school of thought where short stories are usually shorter than 7,000 words. I know there’s debate on that. I’m only going by what I’ve been doing for publishers for many years.

Here’s a short excerpt, in raw version without final edits:

One warm Thursday morning a few years ago I helped my mom and dad pack their new pick-up truck at six o’clock, with suitcases they’d bought for their twenty-fifth anniversary cruise, a silver and white gift-wrapped box that held a crystal bowl, and the blue and white insulted cooler my mom had always used for picnics and family road trips.

Then I kissed them goodbye, watched them climb into the cab, and stood in the driveway next to the back door in my bare feet. I’d just crawled out of bed and I was only wearing dark blue basketball shorts that went below my knees. My short dark hair was sticking up and my eyes still hadn’t fully adjusted to the bright Montana sunshine. As I watched them pull out of the driveway and disappear down the long gravel road that would lead them to the main road, I waved until I couldn’t see the taillights anymore.

I went back into the house and up to my bedroom. I fell into bed face down and went back to sleep. My folks were going to a wedding in South Dakota for a second cousin I’d only met twice in my lifetime…once at my grandfather’s funeral and another time at a family reunion in West Yellowstone. They’d wanted me to come along with them but I’d backed out with what I thought were two excellent excuses: I had to be home for the last baseball game in a league I’d been part of since high school, and I had to help break in a new horse at the dude ranch where I worked part time.

Both excuses, however, could have been avoided and I could have gone to the wedding with them if I’d really wanted to go. The baseball league I’d been playing with since high school had lost every single game that season and the final game on that second Saturday in July didn’t even matter. We were only going through the motions by then and I didn’t need to be there. But more than that, I’d already decided I would not go back and play with them after this season ended.

That same summer I’d graduated from community college and I was planning to attend a four year college in the fall. And the excuse about breaking in the horse was almost as lame as the baseball excuse. I’d been working part time as a cowboy at a dude ranch since I’d graduated from high school and the horses weren’t exactly bucking bronco rodeo material, if you catch my drift. They were old and tired, weak and friendly. They were bought and maintained to entertain overweight tourists from all over the country who wanted to experience the Wild West in Montana in a gentle, inauthentic way. The horse I told my mom and dad I had to help break in was so mild and so even-tempered he ate right out of my hand.

The truth is I didn’t want to go to the wedding. My mom and dad rarely travel. They never even leave the property. They had me later in life and they’re both retired now. So I’d never actually been all alone in the house. I’d been too young to leave alone when they’d gone on the twenty-fifth anniversary cruise and I’d gone to stay with my grandmother. I knew it would take them two days to get to their destination, they would be there for two days, and then it would take two more days for them to return. I wanted to take advantage of being home all alone for almost a week. And even though I gave them lame excuses, I did have an excellent reason for not wanting to go with them.

When I finally did climb out of bed that Thursday I checked my phone to see if my mom and dad had left any text messages. We’d already agreed that texting would be the best way to communicate while they were gone. They knew I couldn’t talk long if I was working at the dude ranch, and I had a bad reputation when it came to answering the phone. But I never missed a text and they knew it. If it hadn’t been for me I don’t think they ever would have bothered to learn how to text message anyone. They were in their early sixties and none of their friends texted.

I glanced at my phone and saw one incoming message. I tapped the screen and read it aloud. “Just checking in to see how you are, sweetie. Your dad doesn’t like stopping for restrooms, but other than that we’re fine. Keep in touch. Love, Mom.”

I replied the same way I usually reply to them. “K.”

I smiled when I set the phone down on my computer desk, relieved that I’d decided not to join them. My dad was the type who liked to keep driving until he needed to stop for gas. My mom was the type who needed to pee every twenty miles. I’ll never forget the last road trip I took with them to West Yellowstone. My dad actually threatened to get an empty mayonnaise jar at one point so my mom could pee in that instead of stopping every half hour. You can imagine the look she sent him.

After I showered, I went down to the living room stark naked and turned on the TV. I felt so free and adult because I’d never walked around naked that way in the house before. I didn’t have to work that day and I knew all my friends were busy. I wanted to rest up, too. I had big plans for that night, something a little outrageous and possibly dangerous. I wanted to do something I’d never done before and I was so nervous about it I could hardly concentrate on the movie I was watching. I couldn’t even eat. I wound up falling asleep on the sofa sometime around five in the afternoon out of sheer frustration. When I opened my eyes and glanced at the time on the cable box under the TV it was almost seven-thirty.

I went into the kitchen, ate a candy bar, and gulped a can of diet soda. My mom had left prepared meals on the freezer with little notes on them, but I didn’t want to eat anything too heavy that night. Then I went back up to my bedroom and checked my messages again. My mom had left another text that read, “We’re stopping for the night. Your dad’s legs are getting stiff. Hope all is well. Love Mom.” It was only about a twelve hour drive from Great Falls, Montana to Hot Springs, South Dakota. But I knew my dad couldn’t deal with more than six hours in the car at a time. I also knew that with all that stopping and going along the way thanks to my mom’s bladder, not to mention an hour to stop for lunch, a six hour drive with them could turn into eight or nine hours.

I replied with, “It’s all good here. Love, Randy.” I added the love part because I knew my mom would like it.

The other night I watched a film titled, “Union Square,” and actor Mike Doyle was part of the cast. I knew nothing about him, but I thought he looked a little like Matt Bomer so I looked him up later that night with just a basic simple search.

First, I saw that he’s known mostly for TV shows I’d probably never watch, and second, to my surprise, I saw that he’s also done male full frontal nudity on stage. And since I’ve posted about that before, and how there always seems to be a double standard with regard to male full frontal nudity and female full frontal, I figured I’d post about Mike Doyle’s full frontal nude scene. (He allegedly did this in a play at Lincoln Center.)

Unfortunately, the only links I can offer in this post about Mike Doyle’s full frontal nude scenes through a simple search are blanks.

This blogger who I’m linking to now was asked to remove the alleged full frontal nude photos of Doyle by Lincoln Center. They threatened him with legal action if he didn’t remove them. He’s updated his post a few times to explain things, and it seems more sites have removed the full frontal content of Mike Doyle. And we all know that no small blogger is going to go up against Lincoln Center’s legal team. I wouldn’t do it.

There are several links here, at Justusboys.com, in the comment thread, but all of those come up with “Sorry, the file you have requested is not available.” I guess Lincoln Center went all out, because there don’t seem to be any photos or videos of Mike Doyle’s full frontal nude scene anywhere on the web, at least not with a simple search. And frankly, I don’t have the time or inclination to dig deeper on this one.

I’m not sure if this is a copyright issue or a privacy issue. I’m really on the fence about this one. I’ve posted about how I thought it was a disgrace that both Princess Kate and Prince William had their privacy invaded when the press snapped nude photos of them against their wishes, ignoring all good taste and definitely invading their privacy in the worst way. And even though there was a double standard in that case as well, I don’t think either of them should have been subjected to that kind of invasion of privacy because neither of them were looking for that kind of attention.

However, this Mike Doyle case isn’t quite the same. Look at it this way, if I decide to pull down my pants in public, show what I have to the world in a play, and I get paid for it at the same time and someone snaps a photo and it goes live on the Internet, is that an invasion of my privacy? I don’t have the answer to that. But it can get complicated and bloggers have to be cautious about this.

As a side note, I cannot in good faith recommend the film “Union Square.” I watched it on DVR, but I found it long and tedious and I wound up fast forwarding more than a few scenes. The character Mike Doyle plays is basically bland and lifeless…a happy-go-lucky veggie eating guy who thinks he’s cornered the market on lifestyle and health in that annoying pushy way. They don’t eat turkey for Thanksgiving; they eat veggies shaped like cute little animals…or something. And I thought the main plot lacked the emotion they were obviously shooting for. In other words, when you try to get too deep and too artistic sometimes it winds up looking like a high school production. At one point, where there was a scene with Mira Sorvino standing on the edge of a bridge, I wanted to shout, “Jump already.”

Gov. Chris Christie Tells Off Big Mouth Doctor On CNN

I’m not all that political, but I am from New Jersey and I now live only a mile away from New Jersey in Pennsylvania. The day I had to turn in my New Jersey driver’s license at the Pennsylvania DMV was one of the hardest days of my life. And in spite of how much I like where I live in New Hope, I still consider myself a New Jersey resident and will never really think of Pennsylvania as “home.” I’m not even sure I could tell you who the governor of PA is, but I could tell you it’s Chris Christie in NJ.

You can’t live this close to New Jersey and not hear something new about outspoken governor, Chris Christie, almost daily. I find his honest approach refreshing, because he says and does a lot of the things I’ve always wanted to see a politician say and do. In other words, he doesn’t take any shit from anyone. He doesn’t placate and pretend to be someone he isn’t. And what I’m linking to below is classic Chris Christie at his best.

It seems there was this doctor giving an interview on CNN, a TV station I stopped watching a long time ago because of this kind of WTF-ery. Also a TV station struggling to survive right now.

Connie Mariano, a doctor in the White House medical unit from 1992 to 2001, said in an interview on CNN that Christie, a blunt-spoken Republican who is seen as a strong contender if he decides to run for president in 2016, risks a heart attack or a stroke if he does not slim down.

“It’s almost like a time bomb waiting to happen unless he addresses those issues before running for office,” Mariano said.

Now, I don’t know if doc Connie is dumb or arrogant, or both. But that’s exactly what she said.

And this is what Chris Christie said in response:

“I find it fascinating that a doctor in Arizona who has never met me, never examined me, never reviewed my medical history or records, knows nothing about my family history, could make a diagnosis from 2,400 miles away. She must be a genius,” Christie said, adding: “My children saw that.”

He called Mariano “just another hack who wants five minutes on TV.”

I watched a clip about this on the local news last night and Christie goes on to say that he actually had to explain to his kids that he’s okay, thanks to that idiot doctor. That’s bad enough in itself, and I think doc Connie should offer a public apology and shut her big mouth from now on. That is unless she’s found a cure for people who get run over by buses, or any of the other things that take lives on a daily basis so unexpectedly. But even more, what she did is a subtle form of bullying, and no one should be subjected to that. Because in the end, it’s no one’s damn business what anyone else weighs, eats, drinks, smokes, or does. And that’s a privacy issue I do understand.

I happen to be very conscious about what I eat because I don’t want to gain weight. In fact, I’m fanatical sometimes and it’s not always easy. And I’ve learned that maintaining a certain weight is more about portion control than what you eat. But I’m also no veggie-tofu pushing extremest, and I consider a big juicy piece of prime rib more than just a meal. It’s an event. And I dare anyone to tell me I shouldn’t be eating it.

I swear I don’t go looking for these films, but I stumbled across the movie “Shame” last night, with Michael Fassbender, on one of the cable channels and found another male full frontal nude scene. And because male full frontal has always been so taboo I figured I’d post one more time about it.

The plot of “Shame” revolves around sex addiction, which I write about to a certain extent in my upcoming book “The Wall Street Shark.” But because I’ve also read there’s controversy about sex addiction I focused more on my character’s alcohol addiction and touched on the topic of sex addiction. And this is why I played it safe in my book:

Sexologists have not reached any consensus regarding whether sexual addiction exists or, if it does, how to describe the phenomenon.Frankly, after doing the research, I’m not sure I believe sex addiction exists either. But I know there are those who would disagree, and I’m not an expert on the topic and don’t claim to know any answers.

In any event, the main character in “Shame” is a sexual addict. And there are a few full frontal nude scenes with Michael Fassbender that I didn’t expect. I think those scenes were handled well with respect to the theme of the film, and also necessary in a film like this. But I’m not reviewing “Shame” here. I’m only reviewing Michael Fassbender’s full frontal scenes. And Fassbender gets five big gold stars for this one just on full frontal alone. He’s truly one of the more “gifted” actors in Hollywood in this department. In fact, it’s hard to forget these scenes long after you’ve seen them.

But the film is really very good, too, and I think highly underestimated. If there is such a thing as sex addiction, it’s handled in a professional, honest way in “Shame.” Here are some reviews about it, and I personally would recommend it even if Fassbender hadn’t done such an eloquent, artistic job letting it all hang out, so to speak. He’s not just a gifted man in the full frontal department, he’s also a gifted actor. And I haven’t seen anyone mention this in any other reviews anywhere.

As an added addition, actress Carey Mulligan stars as Fassbender’s unusual sister, and she gives one of the best musical performances of the song “New York, New York,” I’ve ever heard.